Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 887

His voice was rough, tinged with a vulnerability he almost never showed. There was a plea buried in there.

Clara kept her eyes fixed ahead, her tone steady and unyielding. "There's nothing left for us to talk about. We don't belong in the same world."

That last part seemed to trigger something in him. She'd said those exact words before they weren't from the same world. That's how she'd always kept her distance, always refused to let him get close. And now, even after everything, she was still saying it.

He just stood there, silent. The little bit of color that had warmed his face faded fast, leaving him so pale it looked like he might pass out right there.

Jackson stepped forward, grabbing his arm. "Dylan, you need to get some rest. Come on."

Dylan glanced at Clara, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something. One hand pressed carefully against his side.

Clara took a breath, her voice calm. "While you're still with it, let's go. We need to get the divorce papers at Palm Bay. If we wait any longer, the office might close."

"Clara!" Jackson snapped, his eyes flashing. There was a hard edge in his voice

now.

Dylan's whole body went rigid. Sweat stood out on his forehead, and for a second, the whole world seemed to tilt.

him just in time, panic in

out, but he was shaking, his skin slick with

away almost immediately. "Fine. You can stay here. I'll

you even human? He's about to collapse, and you still want to drag him off to get divorced? Is your heart made

say anything. She just stood

tightened, then loosened, over and over.

now. When I'm better,

so soft, so tentative, it was almost painful to

back. She just got in her car. "Alright. Mr. Dylan, when you're feeling better, let me know. I'm

the engine and

crumpled,

Only then did he realize how bad it was—the bandages were soaked through with

quickly, face pale as he re-dressed the wound. "This was a deep out. You need to be extra careful-don't get it wet and watch

just nodded,

sat at Dylan's bedside, staring at the blood-stained

going on with you

face ghost-white, sweat still clinging

for him he